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Well, I had my first Advanced Writing and Editing class that wasn't just the intro, and I think it's gonna be a good course. Prof really knows what he's talking about. Lesson today was, basically, on how to start an essay. He had us read an essay by Atwood, then we discussed it as a group and picked out keywords, then we freewrote for about ten minutes.

To summarize the lesson itself: a lot of people have the wrong idea about prewriting, in that they think that it does not involve writing. All the stages of writing an essay require putting words on paper (or a screen) except the actual research. He suggested two styles of prewriting, both of which we did in class: the method where you go through and pick out ideas with keywords, and the freewriting method, and told us to use whichever worked best.

Prewriting is important because, the most important part of an essay isn't the language or the organization or style or whatever -- it's the idea. If the idea you're trying to communicate isn't original, well thought-out and sound, the rest is just noise. He also suggested that most 'smart' college students are actually better at figuring what the prof wants and giving him that than at writing their own ideas, and here's where he basically told them to be less neurotypical XD Then we went through criteria for a self-evaluation we're suppose to do (still need to fill that out >.>) One of the categories is 'flavour.' I am obviously mocha flavour ^-^

We've also got our first assignment already :o it's only 500 words though (I just wrote a blog post half that long XD), and not weighted very heavily. And it's on that Atwood piece we already did prewriting on.

ADDENDUM: Going swamping with eco class next monday :D Probably gonna be rainy though >.>

SECOND ADDENDUM: I picked Mocha kinda off the top of my head but now that I think of it it kinda fits :D It's a mix of bitter stuff that wakes you up and sweet stuff that tastes nice.
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Is there really a song?
I thought I remembered
A scrap of a shadow,
The clearest of notes

I was lost for so long
I thought I'd discovered
A hope of escaping
In fragments of tune.

I once thought I was wrong
Was just an illusion
A thing misremembered
Of simpler times.

And yet still there's the song
Melodious rapture
Still haunting my mem'ry
From just out of reach.

And I think, though I long
To truly remember
Twas merely invention
There was never a song.

- The Song That Never Was
 


It occurs to me that I could do poetry requests or commission probably more easily and better than stories, but I'm not so sure anyone would really be interested >.> Ah well.

Anyway journally things: I'm going back to university in a couple of weeks, and my major has expanded to become a double major in English and Biology, which I have high hopes of getting done in only one extra year of school if nothing goes pear-shaped. Still have no real plan for what I'm gonna do after that <.<

Also, my roommate for the past two years has decided he can't afford to live in residence any more so I'm going to have an unknown factor as a roommate, which is pretty scary because autism and all >.< But we'll just have to see how it goes. The res people do know I have autism so hopefully I can trust them to give me someone they know I can deal with <.<

Lessee what else... Oh yeah, one of the Alibi stories I'm working on is coming along magnificently, wordcount around 4300 ^-^ And with more of an actually-thought-through plot than anything else I've written thus far, I think. Here's a sneak peek for yas ^-^
 
 
“That’s ok.  Have you seen, um, have you...” Marty faltered.  Had Skywing really been telling the truth?  Even after the magical gate and the giant pillar of blue fire, it was hard to swallow.  I mean, you expect to find weird things through magical portals, you don’t expect to bump into them in internet chatrooms.

“Sorry, I can’t quite hear you there,”

“Have you seen a dragon?”
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